A second video showed her and Victoria whispering. “Once we humiliate her, Carlos will have to divorce her,” Victoria said clearly.
The crowd erupted in shocked silence. Faces turned pale.
Isabela broke down crying. “It was Mom’s idea!”
Victoria stammered, “This can’t be—this is a setup!”
My father raised an eyebrow. “Then allow me to show you something else.”
Bank records appeared next—proof that my father had quietly acquired controlling shares of the Montemayor family business. Their mansion’s mortgage, their company’s ownership, even their boutique leases—all under his control.
“In the last six months,” he said calmly, “I’ve purchased everything you thought you owned. As of tonight, it’s all mine.”
The room was silent.
“You stripped my daughter in front of two hundred people,” he said coldly. “Now the world will see who the real thieves are.”
The police commissioner stepped forward. “Mr. Herrera, would you like to press charges?”
My father looked down at her. “Did you show mercy when you tore the dress from her back?”
The End of the Marriage
Continue reading…
